Uncomplicated: A Vegas Girl's Tale (9 page)

“Favorite food?” he smiled up at me like a child as we lay in bed continuing our ‘getting to know you’ phase.

“Hmmm... Sushi. You?” I couldn’t take my eyes off of him as he looked so damn young tonight. His wild hair was still damp from the bath we shared. He wore nothing but a pair of black lounge pants and for the first time, I saw him with glasses. Adorable, black framed glasses that made him look sexy as hell in a smart way.

“Italian, but real Italian from Italy. None of this fake Americanized bullshit.” His snobby answer made me laugh.

“Sounds like something I need to try one day.” Before he could squeeze in another question, I threw one at him. “Tell me about your childhood. Your home, family. Tell me about you, Mathis.”

H
ISTORY AND
S
HIT

(Mathis)

I thought a moment. My childhood. What the hell do I say? It was fucking depressing. Growing up poor, with an abusive father who liked to use your mother as a punching bag daily made being a kid fucking suck.

“Mathis?”

Our eyes met and I smiled at the look of concern on Jennifer’s face. Her brows furrowed. I entwined our fingers and kissed her knuckles. “How much do you want to know?”

“Everything. I want to know
you
.” Her hand caressed my face, cupping my chin and her lips met my cheek in one of the most intimate acts of my life.

I took a deep breath and began. “I grew up in a poor town. My dad was in the military. He was a hard ass and treated my mother like shit.” I could never recall a good memory of my father. He was a monster, an animal who often haunted my nightmares. What kind of parent could treat little children the way he treated Yan and I?

“Do you have any siblings?” she asked, rubbing her thumb over the back of my hand.

My stomach clenched. “A brother that’s not worth mentioning.”

Jennifer frowned. “Oh.”

“I moved here, to America as soon as I could. We didn’t get along. As soon as our parents passed, we never spoke again,” I explained.

“How old were you when you moved here?”

I smiled, thankful for the change in subject. “Eighteen and I worked until I could afford to go to school and get my business degree.”

“How old are you now?” she asked, snuggling into my side.

“Twenty-eight.”

She looked up at me. “Really? You look so young.”

I chuckled and kissed the side of her neck. “You saying I’m old, Jennifer?” I teased, snarling against her skin.

She giggled and sighed. “No. Not at all.”

We laid there for what felt like hours and stared at each other. I brushed her hair off her forehead and placed a soft peck on her lips. Her blue eyes twinkled. God, she was beautiful. I could get lost in her depths.

My heart flipped. Was this love? Was this what
normal
couples felt like?

“How about you, love? Any siblings?”

She shook her head. “No, so I unfortunately got the brunt of my parents over protectiveness.”

“They love you.”

She smiled. “And I love them, but they drive me nuts.”

I nodded. “It’s hard growing up in a family when they instill their beliefs on you and not let you find them yourself.”

Jennifer searched my face. “What beliefs did you grow up in?” Religion was something lacking in our household. Our father didn’t need the fear of God when we had fear of him.

I scoffed. “My father was a racist dick so use your imagination.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I have to give him some credit though. He made me strong and I grew a fucking back bone. Things roll off me easily until...”

She raised an eyebrow. “Until...”

I cupped her cheek. “Until you came along.”

She grinned. “It’s been two days and I feel like I’ve known you my whole life.”

“Same,” I said, brushing my mouth along hers.

“What’s your favorite color?”

I gently tugged her hair. “Do you really need to ask?”

She laughed and let her fingers graze down my chest. “Do you believe in fate, Mathis?”

I pulled her into my arms and ran my hands down her naked back before deepening the kiss. “I do now.”

The warm body spread over mine made my heart thump. I was content to lay in bed for the rest of my life if it meant having Jennifer by my side.

I could feel the rhythm of her own heartbeat against my chest as she slept soundly. Her hot breath came out smooth and even, heating my skin.

My hand lazily grazed up and down her back before wrapping around the back of her neck.

Insomnia was a frequent visitor of mine but for the past couple of nights, I had actually been able to sleep soundly. Tonight I just chose to stay awake and listen to my wife’s soothing snores of deep peaceful sleep.

I pulled the blanket tighter around us, not ever wanting to let her go. God, it amazed me how fast I fell for her and I was still falling. Yes, our relationship may have been unconventional by getting married first but what the fuck ever. It worked for us.

Jennifer snuggled closer against me, her knee brushing my semi-erect cock in the process.

Hmm...I wonder. My grip on her neck tightened, holding her head in place as I grazed my other hand up the back of her thigh before delving deep between her legs.

My finger brushed over her core which was wet with desire. My dick lengthened. Now who was my wife dreaming about?

Feeling a slight sense of mischief, I pushed my finger into her soaked pussy.

A gasp and a moan left her lips but her eyes remained closed.

Determined to give her the pleasure she had given me, I replaced my finger with two, rubbing gently inside her.

Hers eyes popped open, landing directly on me. “Oh God. I thought I was dreaming,” she moaned.

I smirked. “I know. Who were you dreaming about, love?” I asked, thrusting my fingers deeper.

She whimpered, rocking her hips back and forth against my hand. “You. Always you.”

I grinned.

“Mathis, please.”

Music to my ears but not yet. “Come on my fingers, baby. Coat them with your orgasm.”

“Hmm...I love the way you talk dirty to me.”

I grinned and cupped her jaw, titling her head towards my lips. “You like when I talk dirty, and tell you what I want to do to that hot little body of yours?”

“Yes,” she breathed against my mouth. “More.”

I pulled out of her and brushed my fingers over the puckered hole at her rear, coating her with the juices from her body.

Her eyes darkened, her breaths coming out in short bursts. “You like my ass?”

“I fucking love your ass,” I said and pushed a finger into the tight opening.

“Oh...shit,” she cried out as her body clenched around me. She lifted her leg higher, giving me better access.

I gripped her jaw, forcing her to look up at me. “You’re going to come against my hand and then I’m going to fuck the shit out of you here,” I pushed my finger deeper into the tight opening. “And here,” I said, inserting a finger into her pussy as well.

Her lips parted. “Please, Mathis. I want you everywhere.”

“Good, cause love, I’m going to own every inch of you. Possess every part of your body. By the time I am done, every time you move, you will feel me. Now...” My hand picked up speed, thrusting my fingers in and out of her at a quick pace. Filling her completely. “Come.”

She whimpered and trembled against me, digging her nails into my chest. “Mathis.”

I captured her mouth in a hard bruising kiss, sucking her bottom lip before diving inside. “Scream my name louder.”

And she did, over and over again.

My body buzzed and I released her before turning her onto her stomach. “How was that?” I asked, kissing her shoulder blades.

“Hmm...”

I smirked. “Want more?”

“Yes. I want you everywhere.”

Running my hands down the sides of her body, I knelt between her knees and spread her legs.

She looked up at me over her shoulder and licked her lips. “Give me all of you.”

I smirked and brushed a finger from her core to the tight hole between her ass cheeks, lubricating the tight area. “Are you sure?”

She nodded and lifted her hips, hinting. “Yes.”

I ran the tip of my cock over the puckered area and pushed. “Breathe out, baby. Open your body to me.”

Her body relaxed at my words, blooming under my touch.

My dick slowly inched inside of her causing sounds of pleasure to escape her lips. Her sensual moans almost made me blow my load right then and there. Everything about her drove me absolutely mad.

“God, you’re huge. You feel so good.”

Her words of encouragement travelled over me and I slowly pulled out before pushing back in. She was tight, wrapped around me like a fist. Any tighter and I would have come instantly.

“Faster. Please, fuck. Mathis.”

Gripping her hips, I lifted her onto all fours. “Ready?”

“Yes,” she cried out.

“I won’t be gentle,” I warned. God, I needed this. To mark her. Let her know that she was mine.

She shook her head. “I don’t want gentle. Fuck me. Now, dammit.”

I smiled and took a breath. There was no way I was lasting long with her hot body gripping me the way it was, mixed with the words coming out of her mouth.

I pulled out almost completely before slamming back in between her ass cheeks.

“Oh yes,” she moaned.

Building up momentum, I dug my fingers into the flesh of her ass and thrust harder into her. “Stroke your clit,” I demanded.

I watched as she reached a hand between her legs, then warm fingers squeezed my balls.

“Fuck, love. I won’t last long if you keep doing that.”

Her hand squeezed me harder. “I don’t care.”

I groaned, pounding into her with a fervor our bodies craved. A tingle shot down my spine and as I went to pull out, her hand gripped me tighter.

“No. I need you to come inside me.”

And what kind of man would I be if I didn’t give my wife what she wanted? I thrust into her one last time before releasing inside of her. “Oh shit,” I growled, my dick pulsing.

Jennifer moaned, her body shaking around me. “God, I love it when you come.”

I pulled out and spread her beneath me. “You good?”

She sighed and I wrapped my arms around her. “Yes. My skin is tingling like you’re touching me everywhere.”

“Good. Now every part of you has been touched by me,” I whispered into her ear.

“Hmm,” she breathed out with a moan.

I smiled. “You’re mine, love. Every piece of you, I own.”

Her eyes closed and her breathing became deep and even.

I kissed her head and moved to roll off of her then she said something that changed everything. Changed my life. Our relationship. Every single fucking thing.

“I love you, Mathis.”

T
HE
L
B
OMB

(Jenny)

Did I really just say that? Did I let the L word slip right out of my mouth? Am I really that wrapped up in good sex that I just became
that girl
? Or did I really feel that way for this man who was still so much of a stranger? I had no idea, because I had never been in love.